Princess Slippers

If you want to see us at our best (and by best I mean worst) start hanging out at the local Target after naptime. There are some days when the kids wake up early and mommy watches the hand on the clock move backward.

That's when I decide it's time to get X, Y, or Z at Target (which of course also has A, B and C that you forgot about until you walk in the door). My children have been well-trained by our many trips.

They fully understand:

A. when I say we are just looking, we are just LOOKING at the princess/truck aisle (most of the time). They are surprisingly content with getting to push every button on every display and walking away empty handed.
B. If they are good Mommy will magnanimously split her pretzel M&Ms three ways.
C. One child must ride "like a monkey" on either side b/c the Target carts tip easier than, say, the HEB carts.
D. The Starbucks at the entrance holds the magic elixir to boost Mommy's mood for the rest of the evening. And don't ask for a sip b/c she won't give you any.

On our most recent evening trip, I was looking for a pair of flip-flops, yet we left with princess slippers instead. Normally, I would say "no" to what I would deem wasteful but these are actually her second pair. Her first pair had grown a little ratty, and her toes were curling in the ends; yet, every evening she shoves her feet into the decrepit pair of slippers and climbs into bed.

Scary future fact about Shelby: She loves clothes & shoes as much as she loves toys.



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